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...and last. I just spent the past two hours of my life amongst the dregs of humanity. I didn't think it would be this bad. I was in the Army, after all. I can shoot, take apart, clean and put an M16 or a 50 caliber back together again. However, as soon as I walked in the room, the sight of so many guns made me sick to my stomach. I passed under a banner that told me I was a true Patriot and all of my rights were guaranteed with the 2nd Amendment. Go'on!? You don't need a brain or an education on civil liberties or The Constitution, just a gun.
Like many liberals these days, I've been thinking it might be wise to purchase a gun, though now I realize I wasn't really serious. The gun nuts will just have to shoot me in the event there is some kind of civil war/revolution because I will not own the cowardly piece of shit, phallic extension that is 'the gun'.
Most enlightening were the numerous displays of real Nazi memorabilia. WTF??? That was pretty creepy. There was also a surprising lack of testosterone and cheer in the room as milquetoast men and sallow-eyed women were pensively examining the wares. I'm sure I'm being very biased and over-the-top, but it was fucking unreal seen through my perspective. I found the entire affair sickening, disturbing and almost comical.
Then I saw the bumpersticker rack. 'Ted Kennedy's car has killed more people than my gun'. 'I didn't claw my way up the food chain to eat vegetables'. No, just McDonalds and junk food manufactured by Frito-Lay, you fat f*ck. Oh, but you have a gun (said with the proper reverance). The rack was littered with many more dumbf*ck statements about how to eat cats and such. Christ they were mindless. I especially liked the 'circle/slash over the ACLU' t-shirt. Contrary to misguded liberal belief, the ACLU isn't a defender of The Constitution. Apparently, without the NRA and the guns it pimps out, we 'murkans would have no rights atall.
Anyway, it just wasn't my thing. After walking around for a bit and admiring some stained glass work, jewlery and purposely avoiding the massive array of guns, I ended up merely observing with my friend's mom as we drank a beer and talked about things you don't want overheard by gun show attendees. We watched men in fatigues, backwards baseball caps, shaved heads and a couple w/cowboy hats and humungous beer bellies hanging over chaps. There were no lack of stereotypes if you were looking for them. We commented on a couple of men holding their babies and agreed we found it attractive. There also was the disturbing site of little kids lugging rifles around.
I'm ashamed to say I did buy a lovely albeit cheaply made 16" dagger w/a jewel-encrusted horses head hilt for my daughter as we were leaving. She likes guns, knives and Nader just to spite me, though I have to admit I did like many of the swords. All in all, an interesting but decidedly unpleasant experience. Oh yeah, as we were leaving, I had to stop myself from flipping off the occupants of a van w/a bumpersticker that read, 'Because Dr. Laura Says So' or some such nonsense. Fate was kind, because I saw absolutely no references to Bush.
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